Friday
My street is transformed,
Not just a drib drab world now,
but a huge snowglobe.
Saturday
Before we leave here,
lets all dance together in
a happy drunk mob.
Sunday: pick your own ending, depending on how much you drink
Version i.
Old Rosie charms us,
her nectar is sweet, golden,
Rejuvenation.
Version ii.
Old Rosie charms us,
her nectar is sweet, golden,
Oh dear tomorrow!
Monday
Insomnia bites,
Infects me with a fever,
I burn for hours.
My street is transformed,
Not just a drib drab world now,
but a huge snowglobe.
Saturday
Before we leave here,
lets all dance together in
a happy drunk mob.
Sunday: pick your own ending, depending on how much you drink
Version i.
Old Rosie charms us,
her nectar is sweet, golden,
Rejuvenation.
Version ii.
Old Rosie charms us,
her nectar is sweet, golden,
Oh dear tomorrow!
Monday
Insomnia bites,
Infects me with a fever,
I burn for hours.
Tuesday
Ideas fly at me,
out of the pages, as if
they had read my mind.
Wednesday
Tiny tasks complete
and yet still so much to do,
exhausted again.
Thursday
My twitchy eyelid
has returned, it flutters like
a distressed caged bird.
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I wish I could do this too, it's very concentrated.
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